The Sound of Return
Long nights expand more than just the dark. A relief for the shape of the day to go away, gifting an impression of night. A sculptor finding joy in the marble carved away…
The Sound of Gathering
Gathering winds whisk me more and more. A few leaves remain branch bound in defiance, yet fall continues to descend. I can taste the silence and stillness of winter on the horizon, yet my present is still born on crisp gusts…
The Sound of Polarity
When the wind is absent, I sense the delicacy of winter, like a piece of soft silk carefully wrapping my face, or a snowflake silently melting in my palm. This coldness practices in its timid voice, afraid of its power to awaken the sleepers inside…
The Sound of Time
Under the moon shine, we sail together, knitting stories into a net. In the long night, we hold corners of the net, waiting for the harmonics to fall together into serenade…
The Sound of Leaves
This twilight of year opens renewed the first silent spaces of winter, yet with a gentler patina. I brush aside the cobwebs from a recurring time sealed in the senses – awakened by the scents and sounds of chill nights…
The Sound of Nomads
Frost clings tight in the night, lingers long into the day, and melts as it may to wash away those jagged memories. The sun simmers tea on a cold afternoon, dripping down icicles, its sound a beat to represent the rising heat…
The Sound of Snow
I am longing for a storm with howling wind, heavy snow, and a reboot for the system. It blows away gloominess, covers up establishment, and buries old stories…
The Sound of Solitude
As we sit together, listening back, echoes of 2020’s quiet and noise compose our unusual song of solitude.